Through Shamanic Healing
Growing up, I was called names like “cripple,” “retarded,” “idiot,” and “stupid” because of my bilateral cleft lip and palate. Parents warned their children not to play with me, and bullying became a daily reality. The rejection was relentless, leaving deep scars on my self-confidence and self-worth.
For the first 18 years of my life, all I wanted was surgery—just to look “normal,” just to blend in. I thought if I change my appearance, maybe I’d finally be accepted, maybe I’d finally belong.
With my fragile self-esteem, I became a relentless people-pleaser—desperate to fit in, to be part of something, to be loved. But the more I tried to mould myself for others, the more rejection I faced. It was a cycle of pain and self-hate that I couldn’t escape.
Then, in 1996, I moved to London. For the first time, I saw others with the same condition as mine on the underground. My heart raced—I wanted to run up to them, to hug them, to say, “Look! We are the same!” But their confused expressions mirrored back at me. In the UK, a bilateral cleft lip and palate wasn’t seen as a disability. The rejection I had internalized for so long wasn’t universal—it was something I had carried with me.
My early surgeries had been in Glasgow, Scotland. My mother often told me how welcoming the Scottish people were. They saw beauty in me, unlike back home in Austria. There, I was met with looks of disgust.
But self-hate is a powerful force. It led me down dark paths. It whispered that I wasn’t enough. It told me I was unworthy of love, of happiness, of life itself. That same self-hate seeped into my marriage. It turned what should have been paradise into an exhausting battle for reassurance—of love, of loyalty, of worth. When my marriage ended, I carried the weight of that failure for years. I blamed my “ugliness,” my insecurities, my very existence for all that had gone wrong.
The Turning Point
Then, something changed.
A close friend was diagnosed with two brain tumours. Watching them fight for life made me realize how much of mine I had wasted. I was drowning in self-pity. I blamed the past and refused to embrace the now.
That was the moment I chose to heal.
I started with yoga, rock climbing, and meditation. I devoured self-help books. Slowly, I became more aware of my thoughts, more involved in my life. But something was still missing—underneath it all, my low self-esteem remained, quietly sabotaging my journey toward self-acceptance.
The Transformation
It wasn’t until I discovered Shamanic Healing that I truly transformed.
Through shamanic practices, I reconnected with the lost parts of myself. These were the parts I had abandoned in my desperation to be someone else. I became centered, whole. I learned to listen to my inner guidance, to reconnect with nature, to hear the wisdom of my spirit guides.
Through this deep healing, my wounds did not disappear—but they no longer defined me. Instead, they became part of my story, part of my strength. I let go of limiting beliefs. I released the stagnant energy that kept me stuck. In that space, I found new life. I discovered new possibilities and a new version of myself.
Shamanic healing didn’t just change me—it freed me.
And now, I share this journey with others. I hope that anyone who has ever felt unworthy, unseen, or unloved can find their own path back to themselves. I did, and so can they.
Your Journey Awaits
If you are ready to break free from self-doubt, step into your power. Embrace the confidence that has always been within you. I offer powerful transformational sessions to guide you on this journey. Together, we will release old wounds. We will clear limiting beliefs. We will awaken the self-assured, radiant being you were always meant to be.
Your transformation begins now. 💫
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